We toddled off to the Empire State Building this morning. We'd been up to the deck before, so we didn't to that, but we wanted to drop by and go inside the building. On the way back we saw the Pierpont Morgan Library, but only from the outside. We also went back to the Chrysler Building just for fun.
This afternoon I'll go to the EQMM/AHMM party and then the MWA reception for the Edgar nominees. And finally the banquet. I think my Internet subscription expires before the banquet's over, so I won't be letting you know whether I won or lost for best short story. I truly don't expect to win, but since I was told that there were over 500 stories in the category, it really is an honor just to be nominated. Not that anybody's going to remember beyond the weekend, anyway.
Tomorrow we'll be heading home. It's about time. The cats are probably missing us.
4 comments:
I must admit that the only Edgar short-story winner that sticks in my mind as an Edgar-winner is the manifestly unworthy one written by then-EQMM editor Eleanor Sullivan. Nonetheless, I still hope your ambivalence is rewarded, your mild pessimism foiled, even if only to have the odd paperweight and the immortality only widely ignored lists can bring...
I like the paperweight idea!
If the story Todd refers to is "Ted Bundy's Mother," I respectfully disagree. I thought it was very well done. Also, it was written under a pseudonym and voted upon by the readers. If it was another story, then never mind.
And don't worry about us forgetting your nomination, Bill. I'm sure you'll remind us. I know I would if I were nominated. Daily.
"Like a Terrible Scream" by "Etta Revesz" is the undeserving winner I was thinking of. I haven't read the Ardai, but certainly he's got some good feeling in his account...
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